Sometimes it disappears into shadows,
murky and swirling with mist.
Perhaps overcome with overgrowth,
tangled and impossibly wild.
At times it converges and I
see a friendly face
brimming with relief.
And then there are the moments,
the strokes of pure ecstasy,
stumbling through thorns
and brambles only to discover
a sun-drenched field.
A place to be, feel, discover.
A pause in the relentless journey.
Where all suddenly clicks into place
and it seems as if the Universe
is for me, around me, inside of me.
Connected.
This post is part of a link up with an amazing community of writers at Five Minute Friday. We free write for five minutes each Friday on a prompt. This week’s prompt is ‘path’. Join us!
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Heebie Jeebies. That is all. This is why I don’t write poetry.
Good stuff, friend. Felt like I was walking with you.
I’ve been so slack this week getting back to everyone! You should so write poetry, Amber – the thing I love about it is that it looks so different and beautiful for everyone, and it has been the best way for me to understand what is going on beneath that deeper layer that seems inaccessible to probes of logic or reasoning. I am by far a novice poet, but I’m loving the journey!
Beautiful poem.
Thanks Tara 🙂
I love “impossibly wild.” Isn’t it amazing how the brambly and unkemptness of nature and life helps us feel wholly ourselves? Keep poeticizing:)
That is a profound observation – it really does! When everything is smooth edges and perfect lines we just blend in someone and can’t distinguish ourselves at our core… so great.
Poetic perfection, Emma.
And the discovery of the sun-drenched field…I have experienced this. Thank you for bringing back a happy memory.
If I grow up, I hope I can write half as well as you. This is just terrific;y evocative.
1 at FMF this week.
http://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2016/09/your-dying-spouse-201-send-me-fmf.html
That is so kind, Andrew and I’m so awed that a piece of my random imaginative exploration resonated with an experience of yours. That is why we write, is it not? To become connected.
I love how you have captured the path of life so poetically. Every time I read it I get more from it. Thanks, as always for sharing! Love your poems!
Thanks so much, Carey! Sorry it took me so long to respond 🙁 Looking forward to reading your post from today’s FMF!